hsntnovel Chapter 310 The most important thing for a sect leader is, of course, to label people!
Chapter 310 The most important thing for a sect leader is, of course, to label people!
Light and shadow are distorted, and space is reorganized.
Above Kunlun White Jade Square, the enormous teleportation portal emitted a hum that seemed unable to bear the strain, and then, like a piece of shattered glass, it exploded into countless points of light.
Hundreds of disheveled figures fell from the void like dumplings.
"Thump!"
"Cough cough... He survived... He actually survived..."
The surviving prodigies collapsed onto the white jade floor, greedily breathing in the thin but unpolluted air, and many even wept bitterly.
The various sects and forces that had been on high alert around the square were now in a deathly silence.
All eyes were fixed on the last person to emerge.
With his hands in his pockets and his feet treading on the void, most of his dark gold bone armor had been removed, revealing his strong upper body. Although he was covered in blood, his deathly gray cross-shaped pupils exuded an indifference that made anyone who looked at him feel like a corpse.
Lu Sheng.
That madman who swallowed the mother worm whole and scared away the giant eye from outer space during the live broadcast on the light screen.
"Gulp."
Someone swallowed hard, the sound echoing like thunder in the silent square.
Standing on the high ground, Lu Sheng's gaze swept over the pale-faced, trembling sect leaders below. He raised his hand, looked at the black bloodstains remaining under his fingernails, and slowly a smile spread across his lips.
"Everyone, is the food still warm?"
The voice wasn't loud, but had a slightly lazy, hoarse quality.
But to the high-ranking members of Lei Lingtang, Wan Shou Men, Zi Xiao Jian Zong, and others, this mundane greeting was no different from a roll call by the King of Hell.
"run!!"
One of the deputy hall masters of Lei Ling Hall reacted the fastest. He watched as his young master turned into a pile of mud, and even the Spirit Emperor was blown up. If he didn't run away now, would he wait until the New Year?
"boom!"
Dozens of streaks of light shot into the sky. These usually imposing Spirit King experts wished they had two more legs. They didn't even care about their own disciples and scattered as they rushed wildly out of Kunlun Mountain.
"run?"
Lu Sheng stood still, not even bothering to chase after him.
He simply stomped his foot lightly.
"Buzz—"
An invisible gray ripple, centered on the main peak of Kunlun, swept across an area of five hundred miles in an instant.
The newly advanced Desolate Origin, mixed with the not-yet-fully-digested rules of the Heart of the True Sea, directly altered the spatial parameters of this world.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Those dozens of Spirit King experts, who had just flown less than a thousand meters, seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall of air.
The immense recoil caused them to spit out blood, and their bodies, like kites with broken strings, were forcefully bounced back to the center of the square, cracking the floor.
"How is this possible... spatial sealing?! This is a technique only a high-level Spirit King can master!!"
The deputy leader of Lei Ling Hall clutched his chest, staring at Lu Sheng in utter shock: "You...you've only just advanced to the Spirit Master level!!"
Lu Sheng flashed and instantly appeared in front of him.
No nonsense.
Lift your foot.
Step on it.
"Snap!"
The deputy hall master's head was stomped into the ground, and his voice came to an abrupt end.
"The Spirit Sect?"
Lu Sheng stomped his foot and said contemptuously, "Rules are made for people, not for Dad."
He raised his head and his gaze locked onto a group of elderly men with long swords on their backs and livid faces not far away.
Purple Cloud Sword Sect.
"Your people had a lot of fun hacking me down in the Asura Realm just now," Lu Sheng said leisurely as he walked over, each step feeling like it was treading on everyone's hearts. "That old man carrying seven swords said that killing me would allow me to enter the inner sect of Kunlun?"
The sect leader of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect, a peak level 49 Spirit King, was trembling slightly with his hand holding the sword.
But as the head of a sect, he knew that if he could not stand on the moral high ground today, he would surely die.
"Lu Sheng!!"
The Sect Master of Zixiao took a deep breath and shouted sternly, "Although you killed the Abyss Mother Worm, you also destroyed the Kunlun Heavenly Gate and killed His Majesty the Spirit Emperor! This is regicide! It is utterly rebellious!"
This shout calmed down many of the panicked cultivators somewhat.
Yes, although the Spirit Emperor is parasitized, he is still the nominal ruler of the world.
"Although the crisis in the Abyss has been resolved, the True Sea is in turmoil, and everything needs to be rebuilt!" Seeing Lu Sheng stop, the Purple Cloud Sect Master assumed he was hesitant and raised his voice eight octaves. "With such combat power, you should prioritize the greater good! Hand over the Heart of the True Sea, to be jointly safeguarded by all the major sects, to rebuild order and atone for your regicide! Otherwise, you will be the sinner of the entire True Sea!!"
These words were spoken with great passion and righteous indignation.
Several sect elders who were wavering around also chimed in.
"Yes! The bigger picture is what matters!"
"Young man, don't be so arrogant. Hand over the treasure, and we'll let bygones be bygones!"
As Lu Sheng looked at the group of old geezers spitting and spewing, his expression changed from indifference to a look of concern as if he were looking at mentally challenged people.
"The bigger picture?"
Lu Sheng tilted his head and walked up to the Purple Cloud Sect Master, the distance between them less than half a meter.
"Who do you think you are, to presume to talk to me about the big picture?"
The Purple Cloud Sect Master's face flushed red, and he was about to speak in rebuttal.
"Smack!!!"
A crisp, sonic boom-like slap echoed throughout the venue.
The Purple Cloud Sect Master's well-preserved head, with its white hair and youthful face, was like a watermelon struck by a heavy hammer, spinning 360 degrees around his neck before... exploding.
The red and white substances splattered all over the faces of several elders who were echoing the sentiment.
The headless corpse swayed, then fell straight down.
The entire room fell silent.
Only the whistling sound of the wind carrying the stench of blood could be heard.
Lu Sheng shook the blood off his hands, his gaze sweeping over the stunned "pillars of the righteous path," his voice chilling: "I'm standing here, I'm the big picture."
"Is there anyone else who wants to talk?"
No one dared to speak.
No one even dared to breathe.
This guy is a complete tyrant!
"Since there are no objections..." Lu Sheng grinned, a smile more terrifying than a demon from the abyss in everyone's eyes, "then let's start settling the bill."
"The Cycle of the Five Elements' Generation and Decree - A Great Harvest!!"
Rumble!!
That familiar five-colored halo reappeared, but this time, it was no longer a sacred radiance, but had transformed into a scythe that reaped lives.
The immense suction force enveloped the forces involved in the siege, including Lei Lingtang, Wan Shou Men, and Zi Xiao Jian Zong.
"No!! My spiritual source!!"
"Spare your life! Lord Lu Sheng, spare your life!!"
"I surrender! Stop inhaling!!"
The cries of agony rose and fell.
Thousands of cultivators, including dozens of Spirit King level experts, had their spiritual energy forcibly extracted like a river bursting its banks.
Lu Sheng did not kill them all.
That would be such a waste.
He simply drained all their cultivation, and incidentally shattered their dantian and meridians, turning them from high-ranking cultivators into useless people who were even worse than mortals.
"belch."
A massive influx of spiritual energy into his body slightly alleviated Lu Sheng's previous weakness from overexertion.
With a casual wave of his hand, he swept the pile of limp, useless people on the ground into a corner like trash.
"Old man."
Lu Sheng turned his head and looked at Li Xiaoyao, who was already dumbfounded not far away.
"These pieces of trash are yours."
Lu Sheng pointed to the group of once arrogant sect leaders and elders, and said casually, "Isn't our Ascension Island short of handymen? Although these people are crippled, their physical bodies are still intact. They should still be able to make do with things like moving bricks, carrying manure, and feeding pigs."
"If you dare to slack off..." A red glint flashed in Lu Sheng's eyes, "just chop them up and use them as fertilizer. My Enlightenment Tree is hungry, after all."
Li Xiaoyao's lips twitched violently.
Are you suggesting we send the elders of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect to shovel manure? Or have the head of the Thunder Spirit Hall feed pigs?
This is worse than killing them!
But why did this old man feel so good about it?
"Hehe, good disciple, you're sensible!" Li Xiaoyao rubbed his hands together, a mischievous grin on his face, and beckoned to the surviving disciples of Dengxian Island. "What are you all standing there for? Didn't you hear what the young island master said? Drag these 'new handymen' back! Put the spirit-locking chains on them, don't let them escape!"
After processing this batch of "garbage".
Lu Sheng turned around and walked towards the main hall of Kunlun.
There, a group of trembling Kunlun surviving elders knelt. Most of them belonged to the "neutral faction" or were marginal figures who were not qualified to be parasitized by the abyss.
Upon seeing this terrifying figure approaching, none of them dared to raise their heads, holding their storage rings and treasure vault keys high in their hands.
"Lord Lu... Venerable Lord Lu..."
An elderly elder spoke in a trembling voice, even changing his form of address: "This is a list of the treasures accumulated by Kunlun over ten thousand years, and... and all the books left behind by the Spirit Emperor. Please take a look..."
Lu Sheng took the list and glanced at it casually.
It must be said, a holy place is a holy place.
The top-grade spirit crystals are worth hundreds of millions, and all kinds of rare and precious materials are piled up like mountains, and there are even a few incomplete royal artifacts.
"The item is nice, I'll accept it."
Lu Sheng didn't stand on ceremony and directly took off the storage ring.
Just as he was about to turn and leave, his peripheral vision caught sight of an inconspicuous ancient parchment scroll among the messy books.
The ancient scroll was made of a special material; it was neither animal hide nor spirit paper. It felt damp to the touch, as if it had just been pulled out of the water, and it emitted a faint... fishy smell.
Lu Sheng's heart stirred, and he took it into his hand.
Unfold.
This is a fragment of a map.
The picture doesn't depict land, but rather a bottomless black sea.
In the deepest part of that sea, the outline of a magnificent crystal palace can be vaguely seen.
Above the palace, four large characters are written in ancient seal script—
【Deep Sea Dragon Palace】.
more importantly.
The moment Lu Sheng's finger touched those four words, the Primordial Desolate Dragon Spine within his body trembled—a rare occurrence.
It was a longing that came from the depths of one's blood.
It's also a kind of...calling home.
"What is this?" Lu Sheng asked the elder, holding up the incomplete map.
"Reporting to...Reporting to Your Excellency." The elder glanced at it, his expression changing slightly, and lowered his voice, saying, "This was found by the previous Spirit Emperor at the edge of the Forbidden Sea. It is said...that it is the key to the true abode of the Sea God. But there is no return from that place, and even the Spirit Emperor dares not venture deep..."
"The Forbidden Sea? The Sea God?"
Lu Sheng narrowed his eyes and put the incomplete map into his pocket.
To advance from a Spirit Master to a Spirit King, one needs to complete a qualitative leap from "rules" to "domain".
Given the nature of the system, ordinary Five Elements rules clearly cannot satisfy the appetite of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor.
To go further...
"It seems that this so-called deep sea..."
Lu Sheng looked towards the distant east, where the True Sea ended and the endless storms originated.
"Even if it's a den of dragons and tigers, I'm going to go and brave it."